#burningtree 2017


It’s grey and ugly and there are cigarette butts lying around. Other people’s mess. You lean into the exhaustion, so dry, so depleted. It’s been a long season of sorrow, joy, work, hope, and love– hope and love despite and still and always. You have nothing left. No voice to sing into the dark.

But as the day becomes night, you know you must give more.


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